Wow another year (tomorrow) Shankar asked me last night if I felt any older. I gave him that lame-o answer that I felt "wiser." I must admit that I really don't care for my birthday. Every year I'm not excited. My friends try to get me excited. They call me a Debbie Downer and shake me or do some sort of pyhsical attack to pump me up. I'll come around. Oh and if you see me smoking a cigarette, don't get all disappionted on me. Lay off I'm starving!
Oh by the way the GOP killed it last night. Luckily before the heat in the Tower bar did.
Fin.

Saturday, February 10, 2007
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